Mother Moon wanes, hides in the moments just before dawn. Hanging on to the last perched at the horizon bushes and fog obscure her once stately features. The night clings […]
Mother Moon and Father Sun Take a Smoke Break (NaPoWriMo17 11/30) Read More »
So hey, my buddy Ryan Rose had this idea to interview my ahead of the release of my new poetry chapbook. I dug this very much. So much easier talking
On Lock: Interview with Ryan Rose Read More »
I’m too tired tonight like any other when I have to wait this late to get a poem off my plate. Plus: it rhymes, too. So suck it.
Here’s Your Poem (NaPoWriMo17 9/30) Read More »
I missed you all tonight. DIY show for which I have no merch paid for this appearance with clapping, and high fives. I missed you all tonight Ida Mae eating
Occupation: Poet (NaPoWriMo17 8/30) Read More »
Poem for the Older Set The proper term of respect for my elders is “sexagenarian.” Not that I want to think about that and the laughter swells (even if they
Poem for the Older Set (NaPoWriMo17 7/30) Read More »
I think I tried this last year. Struggling through the day: amid laundry, dinner, dishes piled high. Bathtub, filling up, just enough the rest upon the floor, now, your eyes
A Christian Man Tries His Hand at Parenting (NaPoWriMo17 6/30) Read More »
The golden seething summer sun settles in the west. Beams, like bristles, a pointy sundown crown. I don’t know who you are, but I’ve been waiting as you walk away
Sundowny (NaPoWriMo17 5/30) Read More »
The slow sweep of her geological clock the Pangeatic drifting as Mother Earth conjures up grim futures fissures faults.
Continental (NaPoWriMo17 4/30) Read More »